Ah fuck I think I might be ace.
I’ve never wanted to screw, and in 14 years of living I’ve only had like 4 “crushes”. I defined crush as wanting to live and get old and wrinkly with that person. They were all female. Males weren’t interesting to me. My mother tells me that I’m just not old enough, but given all corporal changes due to hormone development, I should logically feel SOMETHING. But I don’t. I don’t want a girlfriend, maybe a partner to hug and have a cute dinner with, but not someone who I consider a sexual partner. Physical intimacy disgusts me, I only like hugs, and in moderation. I’ve felt like that all my life. I’d prefer to live alone for the rest of my whole life than live a life of misery and repulsion at the other person.
Hell, I think tiddies are cool, but I don’t see them as sexual. They’re like a bird’s plumage, they’re interesting and unique. I don’t want to be sexual towards someone’s mammary gland insulation, that just feels like trying to have a conversation with a mannequin. It’s weird.
Self pleasure isn’t my thing, either. Why jerk off when you can just do something fun? Something thrilling or mysterious, that gives you adrenaline like the endorphins produced by physical pleasure.
I’ve always related to canonically aroace characters. I don’t remember any of their names, but I do remember Mordecai from the Lackadaisy comics and film. He never understood innuendos or implications of sexual stuff, it just didn’t interest him.
I’m going through a lot of things, mainly it being 00:37 in the fucking morning and I woke up at 6:00, but I think I’m possibly… sapphic ace? Romance seems cute, with cuddles and meals and little gifts.
Anyway, I have nobody to talk to and I’m lonely. Typing this out on my phone feels cathartic. I used to say I was bi… I think I just wanted friends and didn’t understand how love worked. Being sexually harassed in school probably played a part in my outright disgust for intimacy, and my “friends” letting the bullying and harassment happen made me crave love. Not love as a piece of meat or a pretty face, but love as appreciation that today, I’m alive and well. That I can see a new day with them.
I feel empty inside. My whole life feels foreign. I feel like all the self hatred and loathing towards a part of me I never understood has turned to understanding. I don’t look forward to my mother’s reaction, when she inevitably finds out via the most unbelievably weird ways, as usual for most important information. She says she loves sex and cannot live without it.. she says life without sex is like death. Checkmate, you dingus, I’ve already almost killed myself twice this week and it sure doesn’t feel scary. I just feel sad and tired.
Oh, Satan I need to go to bed. ):
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I can’t sleep and all I’m thinking about is a GO and hunger games style fic
Like Aziraphale would be Peta with the heart of gold, people thinking he’s weak when he’s really strong, and just being a cinnamon roll (the baker part would fit too)
And Crowley would make a fantastic Katniss like full of spunk and spite. Like being the one to try and trick the gamemasters at the very last second. And also just risking everything to save Peta/ Aziraphale
More characters include
President Snow - Metatron
Seneca - Michael
Prim - Jim/Jimbriel
Gale - Gabriel
Rue - Muriel
Haymitch - Nina
Effie - Maggie
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Now that I’ve posted the second part of Crow’s analysis, I feel like I just realised something. Aki’s arc post dark signers is all setup and no payoff. Meanwhile, Crow’s looks like no setup and all payoff.
Shit, I may need to write a whole post of its own about that.
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It’s the not knowing, that gets him.
The not knowing what could’ve happened if Eddie Munson had made it out of that fight.
They’d barely known each other, spent a few days fighting monsters after a few months of barely acknowledging each other over the head of their mutual friend after a few years of avoiding each other in the high school hallways.
But those few days were something. It took him a while to realise that, or, to come to terms with the fact that it probably wasn’t all in his head, but they were.
He spends more time than is probably healthy thinking about what could’ve happened, even if he forces the thoughts to stay inside his head, where they can’t hurt Dustin any more than his death already did.
Would they have been friends? Linked together similarly to him and Robin? He could see it. Nights where the three of them curled up on his bed until the sun rose and they could breathe again. Evenings spent watching movies and getting high and talking until their voices gave out.
Would they have been more? There was tension, he knows tension. Could write a whole book on signals and looks and the shifts in tone. Even if he was just trying to deal with the situation he’d ended up in, and he’d been the only age-appropriate guy around, that still left a foot in the door. They could’ve cracked it open some more, taken a step inside. Could’ve learned each other. Could’ve slotted next to one another like puzzle pieces, matching their scars up when they pressed together.
They could’ve just fallen back to routine. Eddie spending time with the kids when he wasn’t. Trading looks over Dustin’s head only a bit heavier after sharing the secrets of what lurked below.
Or Eddie could’ve been swept away by the government. Or hidden away with Hopper. Or arrested in the hospital. Or taken out by the mob. Or or or or.
Not every scenario was nice, but they ran through his head anyway.
Because, the fact was he would never know. Would never get the choice to learn, to see. To either grow with him or grow separately or grow apart.
There was a whole future, full of whatever life he was supposed to have, just gone. Stomped out and leaving blood stains on the ground of the Upside Down. Leaving Dustin broken open and a name no one would let them clear and a skittish look to anyone who dared to be different, in case they were blamed for the next Hawkins tragedy.
Any of those possibilities or a million other ones he couldn’t think of, left empty and dissatisfied. Because he just couldn’t know.
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I accidentally became invested in Grey’s Anatomy because I saw a DeLuca edit uhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anyways Grey’s Anatomy is now apart of my fucking Anatomy I guess??? It’s ironic because I hate looking at organs and insides yet for some reason when it’s on a tv show I’m fine 💀 probably bc I know that it’s fake so uh.
My thoughts so for for those who care(even tho this show is like eighteen years old(what the fuck)
I love Derek he’s so 🦐
I fucking hate hate hate Addison she’s just a bitch and I will fight her with my FISTS.
Alex is a little shit but i love him he’s just a little guy (who probably needs therapy).
Izzy is cool. She’s got the most depth aside from Meredith and Derek so far.
Meredith got a lil bitchy there for a moment ngl. My boy Derek did NOT need to tell you everything 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥
George is a pookie. He’s just a little guy, your honor.
Christina is a fuck-wad, but she is a bestie westie fuck-wad.
I’m tweaking again ig lmfao. Enjoy my late-night tweakings— I MEAN MUSINGS—
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Or it's because you celebrated Halloween last night instead of getting enough sleep. So don't complain, it's your own fault 🤷♀️ :/
I really don’t want to be a bitch but here we go…
1) yes I know it’s my own fault
2) I said I was sleep deprived bc I was FROM having a party - didn’t realize I needed to specify why I was sleep deprived 🙄
& 3) if I want to complain there is literally nothing stopping me; you don’t like it then just don’t fucking read my shit.
Like the fact you actually took a minute or two out of your day to send me a linked ask to tell me not to complain when you could easily just ignore it & keep scrolling says something. Really hope you have a great day though! & thank you so much for caring that I finally got the sleep I needed!
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